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This is Why Haircuts Are Best BEFORE School Starts.

After five and a half years of home hair care, much struggling with the brushing of the hair, the washing of the hair, the doing pretty much anything with The Hair, I have finally joined the hordes of mothers lined up for at least the last generation or two to let someone else endure the torture, thank you very much. While hair cutting in general hasn't been so awful for Maddie to endure at the hands of her mother, it's the Bang Cutting she hates. Knowing full well that most of the employees at these chain salons haven't had an updated hair cutting class since 1986, I chose to protect my daughter from the inevitabilities of 80s bang couture: layers. Lots. Of. Layers.

So even though I physically jumped - and then cringed - when the little Asian woman busted out the layering scissors, I moved one mighty step back and mentally sent Maddie the message: You don't want me to cut your bangs? Fine. Then you're gonna look like Belinda Carlisle. Not this Belinda Carlisle. But this Belinda Carlisle, way before all the little boys in town figured out that We Got the Beat could easily have been We Got the Blow (see? in the first picture? IT'S NOT EVEN HER NOSE ANYMORE... poor little cokie Belinda. I still love you. Really, I do).

Knowing full well - and now illustrating in color photographs - that Bad Bangs Lead to Hard Core Drug Abuse, I tried, I really did, to protect my daughter.

So if she's snorting coke in ten years, let this be proof that I tried to stop her.

Before: My Little Hippie.

After: Could Have Been Shorter... But Overall, Not Bad.

But this?

Was this necessary? What has this child done to you?

Posted by stephanie at August 30, 2006 02:03 PM